About an unruly inmate.
This material is of my own work. Any resemblance to actual events or location or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names and places are not listed in my Prison Tales stories, if there are any actual events or location or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and is made up or fictitious.
We had not long finished feeding and started taking up food treys from the individual cells. As I opened an inmate’s food flap to retrieve his tray he threw a cup of urine and feces on me. I always made the inmates go to the back of the cells before I open the food flaps, but he had his cup hidden where I couldn’t see it. I was lucky I always bring an extra set of uniforms in case something like this happens, plus we never know just how long we will be staying at work.
After changing cloths I consulted with my dorm supervisor on how he wanted to handle the situation, As usual he past the responsibility onto me. I decided the strip the inmate of all his belonging for several days and leave him with nothing but a suicide blanket. I then order a nutria- loaf for his meals for the next 7 days. A nutria-loaf is nothing but whatever the kitchen cooked the day before made into a bread loaf. This was some very nasty food, He was also not to receive any cups or food trays because he would use them to store his body fluids. This meant his meals would be served on a paper towel.
I went back down to the inmates cell one more time to see if he would cooperate with the officers when we stripped him of his belonging, of course his chest blew up like a balloon and he demanded we has to come in to get it.
It didn’t take long for my team of five officers to suit up for the cell extraction team. My Lieutenant attempted to talk me out of being the lead man entering the cell. I always felt it was my duty as sergeant to lead by example so I was going in first. Not to mention I didn’t want any of my men getting injured during the extraction.
The inmate was angry because I had taken away his one-hour recreation time away earlier when he wasn’t in dorm compliance. This is also a normal occurrence in prison. Some inmates think they can have their own rules.
After suiting up in my extraction uniform of a helmet, a gas mask, and body padding, I went to the inmate’s cell one last time. What he didn’t know was that I was also getting the team near his door. I had to crack his door just a little to try and talk to him when he shot me with a toothpaste tube full of feces. I’d had enough. I filled his cell with pepper gas and had the Lieutenant to open the inmate’s door. Through my experience on the shield I knew right where to hit him. I drove the edge of my shield under his chin slamming him to the ground like Goldberg in the WWF. The remaining four officers restrained the inmate. I didn’t know I had knocked him out until afterward. I secured my retrieval chain to his restraints and lead him to the shower to try and get some of the gas of off him. Officers are mandated to do this when we use gas. The officers searched his cell and stripped the cell empty. He received nothing but the suicide blanket and loaf for 7 days. It only took a couple of weeks before he started acting out again. Some people never learn.
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